It was five years ago today that my son Joshua died. As has become common at this time of year my thoughts of him are vivid and more frequent than ever. A couple of weeks ago my wife and two daughters and I attended a weekend retreat sponsored by the military for parents and siblings of someone who has died while in the military. There were about 40 families each with their own story. I talked to fathers and mothers who also lost their sons or daughters. Someone said that we are part of a club we wish would never have another member. But we know there will be. On my daily commute to work there are electronic signs that give the drive time for certain routes, weather reports, accidents etc. On some days they simply note how many traffic deaths have occurred in Michigan so far this year. The current total is 624. The number is staggering and it gives me pause as I drive to work thinking of all the families involved. At Baker alone we have had two people die in traffic accidents in the past few years. In addition to that one of my coworkers recently lost his wife. Another has suffered a miscarriage. Death is painful and ugly. It leaves wounds which, while they may heal with time, will always leave a scar. So what helps me? Remembering. Joshua is gone but his memory is still very much alive and when I remember him it helps me get through the darker nights. I’ve shared memories before but allow me to share one more.
For several mornings I noticed it was getting increasing difficult to get Joshua up for school. He kept insisting he just wasn’t sleeping well. One night I got up and happened to look in his room. It was about 2:00 a.m. and, you guessed it, he wasn’t there. I was livid–and worried. I stayed up and then about 4:00 a.m. I heard some noise from his room. When I went in I confronted him and he confessed he had been sneaking out of his window and meeting a friend. Fortunately they weren’t being too mischievous but simply “hanging out.” That ended that night. He made a lot of mistakes as many boys do. He spent time in detention and was brought home more than once in a police car. About a year before he died he said to me, “Dad, you know everything you’ve told me was right. I simply had to learn it the hard way.” After the birth of his daughter I noticed a distinct change in him. He was now a father and he was going to be responsible. I saw maturity grow in him faster than ever. He made me proud. For me September 18th will always be a painful day but memories help me get through it. The picture below is a selfie of him. It is one of my favorites. He was quite the ham. Many say the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. That’s fine. I’m proud to be that tree.
The founder of Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN), Paul Crouch, passed away from degenerative heart disease. He is survived by his wife (Jan); two sons, Paul Jr. and Matthew; and several grandchildren. Crouch was often criticized and a target of controversy for some of his views and the guests that were hosted on TBN. See here for an sympathetic article from his friend Steve Strang. TBN will broadcast a special celebration of Crouch’s life and legacy Sunday, December 8th, at 7 p.m. and 11 p.m. (Pacific) and Monday, December 9th, at 2 p.m. (Pacific).
We are praying for the friends and family of these men who in their respective fields made great contributions.
Former Surgeon General C. Everett Koop – see here
Biblical scholar Ralph P. Martin – see here
Our local community is mourning the death of James Grier, Distinguished Professor of Philosophical Theology at Cornerstone University and Grand Rapids Theological Seminary. I met Dr. Grier only a couple of times. Once at a book table that I did last year and then here in the store. I heard numerous stories from students who only spoke of him with the highest praise. Joel Beeke says about him
“In response to our invitation, Dr. Grier soon began teaching various courses at Puritan Reformed Theological Seminary (PRTS), including Apologetics, Philosophical Ethics, and Critical Thinking for Ministry. I sat in on all of his classes the first time around, and was captivated by his teaching. I don’t say this lightly, but I believe he is one of the two best professors I have ever sat under in my life. His clarity of thought, his command of complex subjects and vocabulary, his humble demeanor and spirituality, his freedom to confess his own shortcomings, were all simply astonishing. He was a born teacher, a disciplined teacher, a loving teacher, and above all, a perpetual student. He read two or three books a week.”
Our prayers are with his family, friends and countless students who are feeling the loss of this beloved disciple of our Lord.
I salute the memory of those members of our Armed Forces who cannot be with us this day to enjoy their friends and family.
Shortly after Chuck Colson professed his new faith people asked him how could they know if he was genuine. He stated quite simply that they couldn’t. “Wait 10 years and see what I’m doing.” Well, we had 35 years and what God did in his life was real and the church is the better for it. Last year Colson came to Grand Rapids and I had the pleasure of working the book table for his event. As he passed our table he stopped and shook each of our hands. We exchanged courtesies and he was off to his room. It was a privilege to meet him even if for only thirty seconds. Justin Taylor has a list of some early obituaries and reflections here.
The famed painter known as the “painter of light,” Thomas Kinkade, died this past Friday. His art was both adored by his fans and snubbed by his critics. His work is estimated to be in over 10 million homes. That’s a lot of fans. Our prayers are with his family, friends and long-time lovers of his work. Kinkade was only 54 years old. He apparently died of natural causes.